I have a plan. (part 3)

Have you ever been alone with no plan? I always had a plan.

Allow me to first say Good morning, good evening and God bless your life before venturing left field. Like I haven’t been doing that already. I was lost. I walking around with no destination. I was arguing with no conclusion. I was seeing without vision. I’m sure none of you have been here before. Not to be sarcastic but too many people like to fake it till they make it, act like they have it together, tell you how to do it like them, so I’ll make for argument’s sake like I am, and was, alone on this one.

I needed a plan. I aaaaaaalways had a plan.

Before I get to part 3 of I have a plan...

I am going to have start by saying this. Good Morning. Good Evening. God bless your life.

On second thoughts, sometimes keeping it real can go horribly wrong sometimes. Lets dilute this abit....

My friend and Pastor Danny Hand has a big picture for the clean up of the City the world calls Sin City. He believes God can free all these people fooling themselves into losing their money and piece of mind while thinking they are having the time of their lives because the  cheap and even expensive liquor is free while they pull levers, and the drugs are free while they dance it up with rich but broken idols of this country’s success, but it all gets expensive in the morning when they wake up to bad decisions, temporary friends heading to airports, broken homes and families, and body and mind decaying powder they would sell their souls for. He knows that when the party’s over the amount of clean up necessary is in direct disproportion to the STRENGTH, ability or even desire to sponge down, inside or out, physically, spiritually or otherwise.

I have a plan. (Part 2)

So now what was the plan? I always had a plan.

Suffice it to say at one point I stopped planning and started pitying. Everything went south. Well, the lady actually went north east and married a “friend” I introduced her to. It’s never that black and white and trust that it took a momentous and monumental amount of series of events to get to that conclusion. When I am trying to write a book and not a blog post, I’ll get into that in more detail. But that’s actually a jump forward. Let’s try to stick to the plan.

What was the plan? I always had a plan.

I have a plan. (Part 1)

I have a plan.

Somewhere in 2008 I slowly started to realise nothing was going according to plan. Maybe at that point I should have had the foresight to see that maybe, just maybe, that meant that I was following the wrong plan. That or maybe I just hadn’t accepted that the right plan was going to get followed regardless. Maybe I should have realised that nothing was just going according to MY idea of the plan.

You see, I did have a plan.